When solid ground grows soft with emerald moss and rivulets of black mud, and coffee-colored water pours slowly around the trunks of densely carpeted trees, this marks the beginning of Laod Mor: the swamp of Blossom Forest. Time itself seems to slow to a soporific crawl . . . the humid jungle air grows stagnant, thick with the scent of rich flooded earth and an abundance of green things that can be found nowhere else—except perhaps Caidir Olc. In some areas of the swamp, water rises so high the only way to cross it is to crawl across fallen logs or massive roots arching from their liquid beds; in other places a wolf might wade easily through the mire—or find a fortunate stretch of mostly dry earth. Pieces of the great river, Glaesfaet Sceawere, also slice through from time to time: small falls that feed into surprisingly clear pools, only to terminate into tar-like pits. Of course, Laod Mor’s beauty shines brightest at night. Here, fireflies gather at all times of the year . . . suffusing the shadowy place with millions of twinkling lights.

Those looking to hunt here of course find a myriad of water prey, including caiman, turtles, fish, crayfish, otters, and toads.


I Solemnly Swear That I am Up to No Good


Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The male turned back to face her after he drank from the cool waters of the falls, his grey orbs focusing back on her. He was curious as to what this new female wanted recruits for. He knew that looks could be deceiving, but she didn’t seem like the type to want to lead an army, so maybe she had other purposes? Or maybe she was putting on a nice façade and had more sinister motives in mind. Whatever her purpose was, she answered in what seemed to be an honest way, "Well, Padfoot, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Milo, ex-alpha of a pack that is long gone, friend of everybody and anybody. As for recruits, I'm looking to claim a pack pretty soon." She didn’t tell him what he asked immediately, seeming to be one to easily be distracted. Her snow white form stilled as a butterfly passed them. It was not something that would normally catch the brute’s attention, but since she seemed to attentive to it, he turned his head to see what it was she was looking at. The femme was still enough that the insect landed upon her nares, and then her eyes glanced to his. Padfoot raised a brow at her, wondering why she was giving this so much of her attention. Then her jaws turned to snap at the fluttering thing, but in a playful way.

Padfoot thought about what she said about the pack. He had never enjoyed growing up in a pack, feeling that it was too restrictive with all the rules about what one was supposed to do or not do, so when his friends had suggested them all leaving together he was more than happy to do so. And now that he was alone he was not interested whatsoever in going back home. He had no home now, and that was how he liked it. But Milo had said that she used to be an alpha before, and it seemed like she missed it. He knew that many vargs enjoyed pack life, and he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that, but it just wasn’t for him. He could think of very few reasons to agree to go back to a pack again, and he was not the type to give out his loyalty to just anyone, and packs needed to be built on trust and loyalty. ”Well, Milo, I wish you luck in your attempts to claim a pack. I may not be a pack wolf, but I’ve wandered around here enough to know about the different packs. Have you decided which territory you plan to take over?” The female’s attention turned back to the butterfly that was still nearby in the air, and this time she leapt up to snap at it as she spoke about her plans, or rather lack of plans, for the day. "Not particularly, I've been wanting to see more of this place though, and from what you say, you explore this place a lot?” Padfoot nodded, standing up once more and stretching out his limbs as he did so. ”Wandering is what I do best. I’ve seen most of the areas in Blossom. My time is dedicated to no one, so I have had plenty of free time to explore and get to know the lands.” He continued to watch her play with the insect, wondering if she would ask him to take her anywhere or if she would just want to see where her paws took her.

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3


【Padfoot – Soldier – Chained by None – Violet】


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